Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 380: Taste the Flavor of One Corpse, Two Lives

Chapter 380: Chapter 380: Taste the Flavor of One Corpse, Two Lives

An Yan quickly stepped forward and saw Mu Qianfan tucking the note into his palm.

"Third brother, did you find the note in the car? What does it say?"

Mu Qianfan shook his head, "No, I had it in my pocket before." Saying so, he prepared to put the note back in his pocket.

An Yan grabbed his wrist, very serious, "I want to see."

Mu Qianfan clenched his fist and refused to let go, "Really, it’s nothing. Don’t be nervous. If there were any clues, wouldn’t I tell you?"

"Fine, but don’t hide anything from me if something’s up." An Yan released his hand.

Mu Qianfan’s tense nerves relaxed, and just as he was about to put it back in his pocket, An Yan snatched the note from his hand.

She stretched it out to see a line written in blood-red ink: Taste the flavor of one corpse, two lives!

An Yan felt darkness before her eyes and abruptly closed them.

Fu Shiyan wrapped his arms around her waist, afraid she wouldn’t be able to stand steadily.

"I’m fine." She looked at Mu Qianfan, "Third brother, I am sorry, I have involved Jinqiao."

"Don’t talk like that anymore." Where could Mu Qianfan find it in his heart to blame An Yan at such a critical juncture? The real instigator of this affair was the ill-intentioned Su Manxi.

An Yan took a deep breath, "I’ll look for more clues in the car."

She left no corner of the car unsearched. In the driver’s seat, by the brake and gas pedals, she found some greasy substance, along with a foul smell.

An Yan thought back to Country C, where surveillance had failed to find Su Manxi and that man.

There must have been a mistake somewhere.

How could a living person just disappear into thin air?

Surveillance?

She lifted her eyes, naturally surveillance was always in plain sight, and wouldn’t be installed in alleys. Plus, cameras could only capture scenes on the ground. What about underground?

The stench?

Her eyes immediately cleared, "Perhaps, Jinqiao is right now in the underground sewer. The sewer beneath our feet is an abandoned network."

An Yan shared her discovery and speculation, and the three of them felt it was a very big possibility; after all, a man wouldn’t just vanish without a trace while taking a woman with him.

The trio began to search the alley for manhole covers, preparing to go down into the underground sewer.

This alley was deep, with many manhole covers, so it wasn’t certain which one the man had used to take Fu Jinqiao down.

An Yan pulled up an image of the underground sewer network on her phone, marking the different connecting pipeline routes with different colors.

"I’ll take the red route, third brother will take the yellow route, Ayan will take the green one." As she spoke, An Yan took out two Brownings and two flashlights from her backpack and handed them over, "Protect yourself when necessary."

Mu Qianfan pushed them back, "You and Ayan use them."

"Third brother, I am a ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo. You should keep these instead."

Mu Qianfan had no choice, as if they weren’t all equal.

An Yan patted her backpack, "I have other equipment in here, don’t worry."

Without waiting for Mu Qianfan’s objection, she stuffed the gun into his hand and turned to leave.

She chose a manhole cover, moved it aside, and jumped down without hesitation.

The abandoned sewer exuded a strong foul smell, cool and damp.

The wastewater in the central trough was pitch-black and viscous, with rats scurrying back and forth in the side channels, producing sharp squeaks.

An Yan stooped slightly, warily scanning her surroundings.

As it was near the end of November, the weather was cold. Gusts of wind howled through the sewer from time to time, sounding like someone weeping, extremely eerie.

She suddenly paused her steps, thinking she had just heard footsteps.

She turned off her flashlight, tucked it into her pocket, and put on her night vision goggles.

More and more rats were appearing on the conduits, even in the trough as well.

An Yan’s nose twitched, a sweet, cloying scent wafting through the air.

An image formed in her mind, a daring guess—someone was using syrup to attract the rats.

She pursed her lips tightly, clenching her teeth.

Once the conjecture was confirmed, it meant that Fu Jinqiao’s situation was extremely dangerous.

If a person was smeared all over with syrup, the mice would attack that person, and the consequences were unthinkable.

An Yan dashed forward quickly, as more and more mice appeared in front of her.

She tore out a match, lit it, and flung it toward the group of mice.

Just as she passed through the intersection of two pipes, the figure of a man suddenly appeared, throwing a punch toward her.

An Yan bent backward while at the same time kicking the man in the chin with her foot.

The man staggered back two steps, but he steadied himself in time, and a sharp knife suddenly appeared in his hand which he then thrust at An Yan.

An Yan kept dodging, took the opportunity to grab his arm, lifted her leg to nudge it, and the knife fell to the ground.

She kicked the man in the chest, sending him flying into the sink.

Watching the man attempt to rise, she delivered a Sweeping Leg to the side of his head, and the man grunted in pain, "It’s too late."

An Yan’s heart skipped a beat; she punched him straight in the face, and the man passed out completely.

Without a desire to linger in battle, she got up and dashed forward.

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The dimly-lit underground sewer grew louder with the squeaking sounds.

Fu Jinqiao felt a headache coming on and her wrists were aching too.

Gradually regaining consciousness, she furrowed her brows, and with a slight movement, realized her feet were dangling in the air.

Although she couldn’t see, she felt that she was being hung up.

She wanted to scream for help but found her mouth sealed, only managing to make muffled sounds.

The thought of potentially dying here made the tip of her nose sour with despair.

What kind of place was this, where she couldn’t see anything and it reeked so foully?

Were those squeaks the sounds of mice?

She feared she might be eaten by the mice.

She had once seen a movie where a swarm of mice passed over a person, and that person turned instantly into a skeleton.

To think, Fu Jinqiao had been beautiful for over twenty years, and now to die in such a disgraceful manner.

At least she had lived for over twenty years, but what about her daughter, who was not even as big as a peanut now?

The thought of these things made her tears fall pitter-patter.

After crying a little, she realized the squeaking noises were growing louder, and she could also smell something sweet, as if it were on her own body.

Even a fool would understand by now.

The man who had kidnapped her smeared something sweet on her body to attract the mice to bite her.

How vicious!

Then, something jumped onto her leg, climbing up along it.

It was a mouse!

She was terrified, wriggling her body and kicking her legs wildly.

Fortunately, the mouse was flung off.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, several more mice scampered up her body.

Fu Jinqiao’s eyes widened in fear as she twisted violently.

Just when she had lost all hope and was waiting for the pain to arrive, a flash of fire appeared.

The fire traced a magnificent parabola in the air and fell beside her feet.

The mice instantly jumped off her.

Looking toward the light, An Yan’s figure appeared in front of her.

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